Every wank you had thinking of some little blue hedge hog getting his bung hole chilli cheese blasted with sour cream, I was there. Every time you sipped a little bit of subpar sprite as you passed it to a customer thinking you had a win, I was there. Every little victory you've had I was there, everytime you nutted prematurely thinking of what it would be like to "accidentally" fall on that glass of pickles rectum first. I was there. Keaton, you cannot escape me, my victory of you is totalitarian. Your pathetic excuse for a retort shows that you have not improved or augmented your mind. Your come backs are weaker than your pullout game and you can't even back out of a driveway. If you're going to take a shot at the king, don't take a page out of T. Crooks book. Don't miss. Catch you in your dreams

This man comes out of a three year gaming hiatus and the first thing on his mine before he can even go to bed is me. This man has brain rot and I'm the infection. This little guy thinks that just because he has a life or family or whatever ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dream a whattaburger employee has that he, can escape me. He's wrong. This man got negative game, he been wondering for years what he did to me to deserve my ire but as every sleepless night goes by he is no closer to the truth. He thought he was safe, he thought my inactivity was weakness, he thought he was going to post a little wall flame and walk back to his hidey hole. Well, Keaton you little Nebraskan, whattaburger dweeb, I'm not back, I never left. While you hid under the guise of getting a life or a family stopping your anime obsession. I knew deep down you would return. I knew the only thing between me and making fun of your little ginger disposition was time.

You think I forgot about you? You think I would just let you lay around in your little cloud of anonymity? DID YOU CONSIDER ME when you were beating that little mushroom head to Baldurs Gate 3 blurred out youtube videos? I have not forgotten you, your odor, your general lack of hygiene and your crate full of socks harder than thors hammer. You may have thought yourself safe Kevin but I know that behind those doors you've been spending 1000+ hours trying to find the optimal way to get your rope off without losing a skill check. Keep squinting Kyle because those pixels aren't going to un-blurr themselves. Just know the next time you shooting rope that you're really thinking of me. Later virgin

This man got flamed so hard he had to take a retirement from gayming

This dude has had me in his head so long, his brain is mine by squatters rights. Type of dude who likes water with his cereal. Probably parks in the shade on a hot day, this Tony Mc Kyle probably couldn't even read me the whole transcript of Red Fish, Blue Fish. If you ever wonder the type of person who reads Dr. Seuss to themself at 34 look no further.

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